Chords for Blue Wing
Tempo:
80.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Dm
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
[C] He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder.
Well it might have been a bluebird, [Dm] I don't know.
But he'd [D] get stone drunk, talk about Alaska.
Salmon boats and forty [C]-five below.
He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla.
And his cellmate there was little Willie John.
[Dm] [D] And Willie, he was once a great [Dm] blues singer.
[G] And wing and Willie wrote him up [C] a song.
They said it's dark in here, can't see [F] the sky.
[C] But I look at this blue wing and I [G] close my eyes.
And I [C] fly away beyond [F] these walls.
Up [C] above the clouds where there [G] ain't no fall.
On a poor [Am] man's dream.
[G] [C] They paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963.
He moved north picking apples to [D] the town of Wenatchee.
And then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park.
[G] On the south side of Seattle [C] where the days grow gray and dark.
And he drank and he dreamt a vision when the salmon still ran free.
And his father's father's crop, that [Dm] wild old Bering Sea.
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing.
Now [G] it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and [C] a tattooed prison wing.
It's dark in here, can't see the [F] sky.
[C] But I look at this blue wing and I close [G] my eyes.
And I fly [C] away beyond [F] these walls.
Up above [C] the clouds where there ain't [G] no fall.
On a poor [Am] man's dream.
[G] [Am]
[G] [C] Well he drank his way to L.A. and that's where he died.
And no one knew his Christian name and [Dm] there was no one there to cry.
But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher in a cheap pine box.
[G] And halfway through the sermon, [C] blue wing begin to talk.
He said it's dark in here, can't see the [F] sky.
[C] But I look at this blue wing and I [G] close my eyes.
[D] And I fly [C] away beyond [F] these walls.
Up above [C] the clouds where there ain't [G] no fall.
On a poor [Am] man's dream.
[G] On a poor [Am] man's dream.
[G] On a poor [C] man's dream.
[C] He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder.
Well it might have been a bluebird, [Dm] I don't know.
But he'd [D] get stone drunk, talk about Alaska.
Salmon boats and forty [C]-five below.
He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla.
And his cellmate there was little Willie John.
[Dm] [D] And Willie, he was once a great [Dm] blues singer.
[G] And wing and Willie wrote him up [C] a song.
They said it's dark in here, can't see [F] the sky.
[C] But I look at this blue wing and I [G] close my eyes.
And I [C] fly away beyond [F] these walls.
Up [C] above the clouds where there [G] ain't no fall.
On a poor [Am] man's dream.
[G] [C] They paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963.
He moved north picking apples to [D] the town of Wenatchee.
And then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park.
[G] On the south side of Seattle [C] where the days grow gray and dark.
And he drank and he dreamt a vision when the salmon still ran free.
And his father's father's crop, that [Dm] wild old Bering Sea.
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing.
Now [G] it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and [C] a tattooed prison wing.
It's dark in here, can't see the [F] sky.
[C] But I look at this blue wing and I close [G] my eyes.
And I fly [C] away beyond [F] these walls.
Up above [C] the clouds where there ain't [G] no fall.
On a poor [Am] man's dream.
[G] [Am]
[G] [C] Well he drank his way to L.A. and that's where he died.
And no one knew his Christian name and [Dm] there was no one there to cry.
But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher in a cheap pine box.
[G] And halfway through the sermon, [C] blue wing begin to talk.
He said it's dark in here, can't see the [F] sky.
[C] But I look at this blue wing and I [G] close my eyes.
[D] And I fly [C] away beyond [F] these walls.
Up above [C] the clouds where there ain't [G] no fall.
On a poor [Am] man's dream.
[G] On a poor [Am] man's dream.
[G] On a poor [C] man's dream.
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder.
_ Well it might have been a bluebird, [Dm] I don't know.
_ But he'd [D] get stone drunk, talk about Alaska.
_ _ Salmon boats and forty [C]-five below.
_ _ He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla.
_ _ And his cellmate there was little Willie John.
[Dm] _ _ [D] And Willie, he was once a great [Dm] blues singer.
_ [G] And wing and Willie wrote him up [C] a song.
They said it's dark in here, can't see [F] the sky.
_ _ [C] But I look at this blue wing and I [G] close my eyes.
And I [C] fly away beyond [F] these walls.
Up [C] above the clouds where there [G] ain't no fall.
On a poor [Am] man's dream. _ _
[G] _ _ _ [C] They paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963.
He moved north picking apples to [D] the town of Wenatchee.
And then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park.
[G] On the south side of Seattle [C] where the days grow gray and dark.
And he drank and he dreamt a vision when the salmon still ran free.
And his father's father's crop, that [Dm] wild old Bering Sea.
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing.
Now [G] it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and [C] a tattooed prison wing.
It's dark in here, _ can't see the [F] sky.
_ _ [C] But I look at this blue wing and I close [G] my eyes.
And I fly [C] away _ beyond [F] these walls.
Up above [C] the clouds where there ain't [G] no fall.
On a poor [Am] man's dream. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [C] Well he drank his way to L.A. and that's where he died.
And no one knew his Christian name and [Dm] there was no one there to cry.
But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher in a cheap pine box.
[G] And halfway through the sermon, [C] blue wing begin to talk.
He said it's dark in here, _ can't see the [F] sky.
_ _ [C] But I look at this blue wing and I [G] close my eyes.
[D] And I fly [C] away beyond [F] these walls.
Up above [C] the clouds where there ain't [G] no fall.
_ On a poor [Am] man's dream. _ _
[G] On a poor [Am] man's dream. _ _
[G] _ _ On a poor [C] man's dream. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder.
_ Well it might have been a bluebird, [Dm] I don't know.
_ But he'd [D] get stone drunk, talk about Alaska.
_ _ Salmon boats and forty [C]-five below.
_ _ He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla.
_ _ And his cellmate there was little Willie John.
[Dm] _ _ [D] And Willie, he was once a great [Dm] blues singer.
_ [G] And wing and Willie wrote him up [C] a song.
They said it's dark in here, can't see [F] the sky.
_ _ [C] But I look at this blue wing and I [G] close my eyes.
And I [C] fly away beyond [F] these walls.
Up [C] above the clouds where there [G] ain't no fall.
On a poor [Am] man's dream. _ _
[G] _ _ _ [C] They paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963.
He moved north picking apples to [D] the town of Wenatchee.
And then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park.
[G] On the south side of Seattle [C] where the days grow gray and dark.
And he drank and he dreamt a vision when the salmon still ran free.
And his father's father's crop, that [Dm] wild old Bering Sea.
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing.
Now [G] it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and [C] a tattooed prison wing.
It's dark in here, _ can't see the [F] sky.
_ _ [C] But I look at this blue wing and I close [G] my eyes.
And I fly [C] away _ beyond [F] these walls.
Up above [C] the clouds where there ain't [G] no fall.
On a poor [Am] man's dream. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [C] Well he drank his way to L.A. and that's where he died.
And no one knew his Christian name and [Dm] there was no one there to cry.
But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher in a cheap pine box.
[G] And halfway through the sermon, [C] blue wing begin to talk.
He said it's dark in here, _ can't see the [F] sky.
_ _ [C] But I look at this blue wing and I [G] close my eyes.
[D] And I fly [C] away beyond [F] these walls.
Up above [C] the clouds where there ain't [G] no fall.
_ On a poor [Am] man's dream. _ _
[G] On a poor [Am] man's dream. _ _
[G] _ _ On a poor [C] man's dream. _ _
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